Hum ne soch rakha hai
Published by Prince on Tagged PoetryHum ne soch rakha hai
Chahe dil ki har khawahish
Zingagi ki ankhoon se ashak ban ke beh jai
Chahe ab makeenoon per ghar ki sari dewarein
Chat samet gir jaein
Aor be muqadir hum
Is badan ke malbe mein khud hi kion na dab jaein
Tum se kuch nahi kehna
Kaisi neend thi apni kaise khawab the apne
Aor ab gulaboon per
Neend wali ankhoon per
Kion azab toote hein
Tum se kuch nahi kehna
Ghar gai hein ratoon mein
Belibaas batoon mein
Is tara ki ratoon mein
Kab charaag jalte hein Kab azab talte hein
Ab to in azaboon se bach ke bhi nikalne ka rasta nahi jana!
Jis tara tumhein such ke la-zawaal lamhoon se wasta nahi jana!
Hum ne soch Rakha hai
Tum se kuch nahi kehna



January 30th, 2009 at 1:30 am
Noshi Gilani ki new poem
Hay, listen every body
I want to tell you story
of my life
I am not poet
i am a pusi cat
only a fraud
a thief___a black sheep
like a sharp knife
no body,s daughter
no body,s sister
no body,s wife
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i was living
in a small city
and what a pitty
i had nothing to eat
though i was a woman
[pretty]
i wanted to fly
here and there
i asked a man
to take my care
so he took
[with another,s share]
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so they made
”MY” 1st two books
[Sehten jab bimar karna]
[Khalas hone ke din yehi hen]
Manwar Bedid and
Mutza Khalas
they used to use–
me—because
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”My”3rd book
[Pehla juta munh par khaya]
is gharanted by
Libas Sazish
and Ashad Beiman
they gharanted this for me
because Manwar Bedid
defeated me in court
and Faroo Badmash
kicked me out of his makan
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like dogs
they were laughing
like wet bitch
i was crying
Sazish and Beiman take me
with them and—
[next scene is only for adults]
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people started to say
”you are looking old
like a gay”
then i decided
to catch a chick
very fat and very rich
who can take me
out of country
who can feed my brothers
and make love
to me [frequently]
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and here he comes
my Said Nadan
to Pakistan
now we are happy
sing togather
”o sathia o sathia”
[but saying our dushman
he looks like my son]
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to be continued